June 2012 Postcard (last one of before summer break)
Three words: sarsaparilla, grotto, befuddled
So this was it. Stuck in a dark, smoldering grotto. Faint rays of the dying sun peaked in through the spaces between the fallen rocks that were blocking escape from their impending tomb.
The pair was befuddled from a lack of sunlight, heat exhaustion, and nothing but root beer for days.
They thrived on adventure and now were about to succumb to the thrill. Suddenly screaming kids, honey-do lists, and reality television were things Jan longed for.
The ground shook once more, creating an opening for escape. Too weak to move, Jan watched as a rock fumbled toward him.
The bright red night sky was the last thing Jan saw before being covered by the rolling stone.